He stopped the tramp, spoke to him, and pointed up the road leading out of town.
“What did the officer tell him, mother?” asked the little girl.
“I think he told him to move on,” replied Mrs. Clark sadly. “Come, dear, dinner will be cold.”
A few days later, Aunt Anne came from the next town to visit the family.
Stella eagerly told her about the tramp.
“Why, that must be the poor old man the police found one morning in our park. He was lying on a bench, sick; he had completely given out,” said Aunt Anne.
“What did they do with him?” asked Stella.
“They put him in the ambulance and took him off to the county poor farm.”
“The poor farm?”
“Yes, that is where tramps and shiftless people generally land.”